September 27, 2006
September 21, 2006
September 13, 2006
September 10, 2006
blessed

Sept.11, 2001
Moments of clarity amidst the fog of tragedy...
I remember you saying last year
She’s gone
(I hardly knew her, but mourned her with you)
He never woke-up,
and one January,
He just slipped away
leaving only a confused body behind him.
All so alive
And not nearly old enough to leave...
And I realize that
This is just a season
of mortality
In our eternal lives.
I look at the images
of children I love
and hunger to hold them
And make all the world right for them.
And I listen to the sky
Waiting for the wails and screams
to be brought by the wind to me
But what I hear instead
is the silence of the Universal Voice
SINGING
YOU ARE BLESS-ED
September 9, 2006
September 6, 2006
September 2, 2006
long weekend ripe with mischief
President Bush & Brazilians
Donald Rumsfeld is briefing George Bush in the Oval Office. "Oh and finally, sir, three Brazilian soldiers were killed in Iraq today."
Bush goes pale, his jaw hanging open in stunned disbelief. He buries his face in his hands, muttering "My God...My God..."
"Mr. President", says Cheney, "we lose soldiers all the time, and it's terrible. But I've never seen you so upset. What's the matter?"
Bush looks up and says...."How many is a Brazilian?"
thanks to my personal potter/publicist for the joke!
Donald Rumsfeld is briefing George Bush in the Oval Office. "Oh and finally, sir, three Brazilian soldiers were killed in Iraq today."
Bush goes pale, his jaw hanging open in stunned disbelief. He buries his face in his hands, muttering "My God...My God..."
"Mr. President", says Cheney, "we lose soldiers all the time, and it's terrible. But I've never seen you so upset. What's the matter?"
Bush looks up and says...."How many is a Brazilian?"
thanks to my personal potter/publicist for the joke!
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